Chapter 58: Whoever dares to harm my Master, no matter the distance, will be punished!

That point of crimson.

It stabbed painfully into Sun Wukong's eye.

The bloodstain had dried, turned dark brown, yet still emitted an aura that made Sun Wukong's heart palpitate.

It was the Master's.

He would never mistake this aura.

That paper crane lay lightly in his palm, as if it had exhausted all its strength.

Sun Wukong's hand began to tremble slightly.

Kong Xuan sensed something was off and moved closer.

"What's wrong?"

Her gaze fell on the paper crane, and she also saw that speck of blood.

Sun Wukong did not answer.

He carefully, with two fingers, unfolded that paper crane.

The talisman paper unfolded.

On it there was no lengthy exposition, no complicated explanation.

Only four characters.

The handwriting was messy, each stroke trembling, as if the writer was enduring great pain, or writing in extreme haste.

【Come quickly, there's deceit.】

Boom!

In Sun Wukong's mind, it seemed as if something exploded.

The peace and contentment brought by having just pacified the Three Realms and ruled over heaven vanished at this moment.

In its place came endless cold.

It was a bone-chilling killing intent.

"Master..."

He whispered hoarsely.

The Master has met with misfortune.

The Master whom he believed omnipotent, whose words become law, who regards the Heavenly Dao as nothing, and who dares to punch even Hóngjūn Dàozǔ away, has met with misfortune.

He actually bled.

He actually used this method to send such a distress signal.

Deceit?

What deceit?

Who could set a trap to deceive the Master? Who has the qualifications to harm the Master?

Those Chaotic Demon Gods the Master once mentioned, long since fallen?

Impossible.

Sun Wukong clenched his fist, and the unfolded talisman turned to powder in his palm.

His aura began to become extremely unstable.

Golden holy might and dark crimson demonic intent intertwined, causing the air atop Mount Huaguo to solidify.

Kong Xuan was forced back half a step by this aura, her face full of worry.

"Wukong, stay calm."

"What kind of existence is your Master? Within the Three Realms, who could harm him?"

Sun Wukong abruptly lifted his head, the Fiery Golden Eyes blazing with unprecedented fire.

"If not within the Three Realms, then what about beyond them?"

His voice was very calm.

So calm it made Kong Xuan feel afraid.

"My good days as Old Sun have only just passed a few days."

"Already someone wants to make me unhappy."

Sun Wukong cracked his mouth into a laugh.

That smile was uglier than crying.

"He succeeded."

"I am now very displeased."

He turned his body, no longer looking at that spatial rift which had healed to leave only a faint trace.

He looked down at the brightly lit Water Curtain Cave, where myriad demons celebrated.

"Kong Xuan."

"I am here."

"Convey my decree."

Sun Wukong's voice regained the dignity of the Lord of the Demon Court.

"Summon the Ox Demon King, the Peng Demon King, the Flood Demon King, and all demon sages; within fifteen minutes, gather at the Water Curtain Cave to discuss matters."

Kong Xuan did not ask further.

She knew this was not the time to ask.

She nodded, transformed into a five-colored stream of light, and flew down the mountain.

Sun Wukong stood alone on the mountain peak.

The night wind brushed against his armor, rustling.

He slowly lifted his hand, gazing at his palm.

There, it seemed the lingering warmth of his Master's bloodstains remained.

"Master."

"You old man once told me, when Heaven fell, you would hold it up."

"Now it's my turn."

"No matter who it is, no matter what scheme they set."

"If anyone dares to move a single hair of yours, I'll make them and their world turn to nothingness."

……

Inside Water Curtain Cave.

The festive atmosphere had long vanished.

Dozens of demon saints led by Bull Demon King stood solemnly, not daring even a breath.

Sun Wukong sat high upon the throne, expressionless.

He said nothing.

Yet the suppressed, imminent killing aura made every great demon present feel as if sitting on needles.

"Brother, what exactly... happened?"

Bull Demon King, as elder brother, finally forced himself to speak.

Sun Wukong's gaze swept over him, then over every demon saint present.

"I will leave the Wild for a while."

His voice was low, yet it reached clearly into each demon's ears.

The demons gasped.

Peng Demon King was the first to step forward.

"Great Sage! Why so sudden?"

"The demon court has just been founded, everything awaiting revival; you are our backbone, how can you leave?"

"Indeed, Great Sage! Though the Three Realms are settled, human hearts are unstable; it must not happen!"

Jiao Demon King urged eagerly.

Sun Wukong raised his hand slightly.

All voices fell silent again.

"I'm not consulting you."

He stood and descended the platform step by step.

"My Master, in the Chaos Realm, has run into trouble."

At those words, Bull Demon King and the others inhaled sharply.

The Great Sage's Master?

That mysterious being even the Three Pure Saints could only look up to?

Even he ran into trouble...

What kind of dragon‑pool, tiger‑den lies within that Chaos Realm?

"Brother, we are willing to go with you!"

Bull Demon King, without hesitation, knelt on one knee.

"Indeed! We are willing to be the Great Sage's vanguard!"

Peng Demon King, Jiao Demon King, and all demon saints knelt together on the ground.

They are not fools.

If even that being is troublesome, their going might not even count as cannon fodder.

But they know better that Sun Wukong is the entire demon race's hope and future.

They cannot let him venture alone.

Looking at the kneeling demons before him, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with a hint of warmth, quickly replaced by cold resolve.

"Everyone, rise."

"This is my family matter."

He walked to Bull Demon King and helped him to his feet.

"Brother, after I leave, Mount Huaguo and this demon court are yours."

"Brother..." Bull Demon King's eyes reddened.

"Peng Demon King," Sun Wukong turned his gaze elsewhere.

"Great Sage!"

"You are the swiftest, tasked with patrolling the Four Continents; any rebel or double‑dealing scoundrel shall be slain without mercy."

"Jiao Demon King, you oversee the Four Seas; command the dragon clan to act properly, with no mistakes."

"……"

Sun Wukong issued orders one by one, arranging all affairs after his departure in meticulous order.

He is no longer the reckless monkey who only knew fighting.

He is a king.

A king who, before setting out, has organized his realm.

Finally, he looked at Nezha, who stood aside, silent all this time.

Nezha's eyes also turned red.

"Brother Monkey..."

"Watch over the home for me." Sun Wukong patted his shoulder and said only that.

Nezha nodded heavily.

"Don't worry."

Everything was arranged.

Sun Wukong walked to the entrance of Water Curtain Cave.

Kong Xuan was standing there waiting for him.

"I'll go with you." Kong Xuan's tone left no room for doubt.

Sun Wukong looked at her and shook his head.

"If you go, you can't help."

"This Demon Court also needs someone who can keep the place steady."

He extended his hand and gently stroked Kong Xuan's cheek.

"You are the Demon Queen of the Demon Court; guard our home for me."

Kong Xuan's body trembled slightly.

Demon Queen.

It was his first time formally acknowledging her status.

Her tears, no longer able to be held back, fell down.

"I'll wait for you to return."

She no longer persisted.

Because she knew his decision could not be altered by anyone.

"Alright."

Sun Wukong withdrew his hand and took one last look at the lands he had conquered with his own hands.

Then, he turned around, facing the sky beyond Water Curtain Cave.

"No matter who you are."

He lifted his head, his gaze seeming to pierce the primeval firmament, looking toward the endless darkness.

"Move my Master..."

"Die!"

Afterwards, Wukong turned his head back,

after giving orders for the jurisdiction of the Three Realms, he let the subordinates disperse, preparing to discuss some matters alone with Kong Xuan......